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Seventy miles south of the capital, there is a Shijia Village.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, every household is busy slaughtering pigs and sheep, making tofu and fried meatballs, and is very busy.

The sun and moon in the farm are always like this. Only when the Chinese New Year is approaching will you concentrate on making decent food.

The weather is good today, and there are people working in front of every house on the street.

Everyone talked to each other, and their hands were busy all the time, without delaying them.

Although there is no farm work in the twelfth lunar month, it is the most tiring and grandest of the year.

Especially the tributes used for worshiping ancestors, they dare not be careless at all.

The children were mingling in a large group, chasing each other and making fun of each other.

On weekdays, every family has simple food and drinks, and it is not until the twelfth lunar month.

The children are all looking forward to the New Year, and counting the days every day since the beginning of winter.

"You wild kids, don't follow you here. Be careful to put the soil into the tofu basin!" The adults scolded and asked the children to go.

But where can the children listen? The quarrel is even more fierce.

After all, the younger sister-in-law who had just passed the new door said: "Go to the side and fry the dragon beans for you to eat!"

"Oh, there are dragon beans to eat!" The children cheered and ran away.

"I really remember to eat but not beat me, a bunch of pigs!" The second uncle smiled: "How is it? His little sister-in-law, your family should have a bite next year, right?"

The young daughter-in-law suddenly turned red, but her mother-in-law answered the words: "That's good, I'll invite everyone to have wedding noodles then!"

The children ran to the street to play. When a girl, a four or five-year-old girl looked up and saw someone coming over there. She immediately ran over as if she had seen a relative, shouting "Brother Xiaoshan".

The other children followed closely behind, pounced towards the man like a group of little swallows.

The visitor lifted the little girl up, which made her giggle.

The laughter like silver bells made the sky look particularly clear.

The adults laughed when they saw it and greeted the man.

"Xiaoshan, I came back today early! Are the goods sold out?"

"Your leg is fast enough, how long has it been after you hit it back and forth?"

"Is there a lot of people in the city? Is there another opera troupe going down?"

The one named Xiaoshan is a young man, who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and is handsome and smart.

He was carrying a burden on his shoulders and dressed in a peddler. Although he was wearing coarse cloth clothes, he was clean and neat, making people feel comfortable to watch.

While he took out a lot of candies from his arms and distributed them to the children around him, the aunt shouted, "I'm going to have a good opportunity today. I'll carry the burden to the door of the Old Master Temple. In a short while, I'll be bought by the pilgrims who worship Buddha, and I'll come back."

"I told you not to buy snacks for them, I won't spoil these greedy kids!"

"Now they open their eyes every day and talk about Brother Xiaoshan. I am happier to see you than to see my biological mother!"

"It's not easy for you to make money, save some! It's easy to get married after saving enough."

The neighbors all tried their best to persuade each other. The little peddler smiled and agreed: "I know, I know, this time."

"You! You promised it well, it was really the last time you didn't see him!"

Everyone knows that the little peddler is not telling the truth.

The little peddler finished the candy and carried the load to go home.

"Xiaoshan, hold this steamed bun! The freshly steamed ones are still hot!"

"I'll ask Xiaodonggua to bring this bowl of sesame oil to you."

"This piece of meat with the tip of the back buttocks is fragrant! You and your father make two dumplings to eat."

"And this! My nephew brought it to me this morning and I can eat it on the back window for seven or eight days."

The little peddler did not refuse, thanked them one by one, put the things he gave into the basket he carried, and went home with a smile.

After he left, everyone couldn't help but talk about him.

"Aunt Wu, in fact, your Huaihua tricked Xiaoshan to be a son-in-law!" Someone enthusiastically brought up the red line: "You two families are still taking care of them, so that their family will not have to cook and wash their food, and your family will not have to chop wood to drive the car."

"That's right, I don't know if they want it. I think the hill is all good, but I'm afraid it's too high." Aunt Wu hesitated a little: "My Huaihua is a person who doesn't like talking, but I'm afraid that two people will not be together."

It turned out that this young peddler came here last year in autumn. He said that the father and son could not go to Beijing to join relatives and could not have enough money to bring back to their hometown, so he got here.

After all, the cost of choosing in the city is high, not everyone can afford it.

His father is about 60 years old and looks very tough, but he is a pity that his hands are disabled.

Both the father and son looked decent and kind, and they felt pity for them and helped find a house to live in.

His father could not do work, so the peddler started his business again and went to the city to sell some miscellaneous items and make a living.

The little peddler walked into his yard, took the basket off the shoulder pole and carried it into the room.

Although there are only two shabby rooms, grass windows and bamboo beds, fortunately, the firewood is burning enough, so the room is not cold.

His father sat on a broken chair in front of the window and ignored him when he came in.

The little peddler took out the basket and took a bag of oil paper and threw it over, saying, "I have eaten the crispy meat from Xinghezhai outside, you have eaten it!"

"I have said it many times. I like to eat vegetarian food. You always come back with these big fish and meat." The father was very unhappy and put the oil paper bag on the windowsill.

"Don't be dissatisfied, isn't this to honor you?" the little peddler said, taking off his clothes outside.

"You're going to the city again?" His father looked at him unhappily and said, "I almost found out last time. Don't you have a memory?"

"This thing is the most useful thing under the light." The little peddler said, lying on the bed and kicking his shoes to the ground: "Don't think you can avoid being caught by them if you go far. Do you think we can escape those people? Don't dream."

"Have you found the whereabouts of that thing?" his father asked.

The little peddler said impatiently: "I have told you how many times, don't talk to me in such a condescending tone, act for outsiders. Do you really think you are my father?"

The older one immediately froze and said, "Didn't you hear what I asked you? Whether it's acting or not, I'm older than you. Being your grandfather is qualified, and I'm still at a disadvantage if you call me dad."

"I didn't find it. There are too many people around Su Baro, and there are too many people protecting her openly and secretly, so they can't get close to her easily." said the peddler.

"What are you going to do?" the older one continued to ask.
Chapter completed!